the early morning chill wrapped around you as you hurried to the library, hands clutching a stack of papers for your group project. outside, the rain was relentless, puddles forming in every uneven spot on the pavement. you’d forgotten your umbrella in the rush, resigned to being drenched by the time you arrived. that’s when jungsu appeared, sprinting through the downpour with an umbrella in hand. his coat was soaked through, hair plastered to his forehead, but his grin was undeniable.

“you didn’t think i’d let you do this alone, did you?” he called out, his voice carrying above the storm. before you could protest, he opened the umbrella over you, shielding you from the worst of the rain. “jungsu, you’re getting wet!” you exclaimed, concern flooding your tone. he shrugged, brushing droplets off his cheeks. “i don’t care. you’re more important,” he said simply, his earnestness making your heart ache in the best way.

despite your insistence that he take the umbrella, he refused, holding it just above your head even as water soaked his shoes and drenched his sleeves. by the time you reached the library, you were dry—but he looked like he’d just swum there. “you’re insane,” you murmured, shaking your head in disbelief as he laughed. “maybe,” he admitted, “but i’d do it all over again for you.”